The older I get, the less interested I am in end-of-the-year think pieces, summaries, wrap-ups, and “best of” lists. Years pass so quickly at 66 years old that nothing less than a couple of decades seems really significant.
“Self-photobomb”
Fisheye fun atop Mount Pisgah
“Fluffed”
A cold morning for birds.
“Gills”
I was tempted to edit out some of the little imperfections of this mushroom but if I was going to do that I might as well just AI-generate the whole thing, which is an icky thought.
“Ferndrop”
Just playing around with macro lenses and a new flash.
“Fooled You”
It was cold enough this morning that these water drops were actually ice drops.
Dog doesn’t really know what to make of new fisheye lens, but she disapproves of photos in general.
Also, it’s going to be really hard to keep fingers out of this field of view.
“Bad Luck in the Woods”
Never know what you’ll find tossed out at trailside.
“No”
Had planned to go to the top but it would be hard to pretend I missed the sign.
“Horns of the Cow”
Close up of a cow parsnip flower past its prime
